The First Tyrant of Daxia

Geek!

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. There had been no news from Tongcheng for such a long time. As expected, something must have happened.

Qin Yun's brows twisted into a "川" shape in an instant, and his dry lips lifted up, cracking and bleeding. Without time to think, he suddenly shouted: "Pass on my imperial decree, the entire army will move towards Tongcheng at full speed and prepare for battle!"

As the voice fell, the soldiers who had just taken a breath tensed up: "Prepare for battle, prepare for battle!!"

Qin Yun's eyes were like divine swords piercing the end of Futu Mountain Range. He said firmly, "We must arrive tomorrow morning at the latest. We, the Great Xia Kingdom, will never abandon a single one of our people!"

"Let's go!"

"I obey your order, and drive!" Mu Le roared, dragging his Fang Tian Hua Ji, with the flag of the Shen Ji Camp fluttering behind him, charging in the front, extremely eye-catching, with a truly invincible temperament.

There were also 80,000 armored soldiers roaring and charging like a black torrent. This time even the Jinyiwei were wearing armor and had made all plans. When the sunlight shone on them, their bodies were flashing with sharp edges, which was extremely terrifying.

Just like that, in just a moment, Daxia's ace army began to move toward the northeast, with an aggressive and murderous aura.

Such a long-distance raid, such a long military strategy, all for this Tongcheng, and now it’s the last step. If Tongcheng is massacred, wouldn’t all the efforts be in vain?

Qin Yun is unwilling and will never give up!

At this time, Tongcheng had actually fallen into the vortex of the storm!

Dark clouds rolled in, with countless flags. The dense and endless Restoration Army surrounded the place, making the air suffocating.

The Jurchens were tall and strong, and everyone was ready to fight, with a cannibalistic gleam in their eyes.

They were beaten so badly by the Shenji Camp that they had lost most of their territory in the Northeast. Even the commander Ganfu's brother was chopped off. They were ashamed and angry and vowed to regain their face in Tongcheng!

On the top of the city wall, every tree and grass looked like a soldier, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Although surrounded, Tongcheng had 50,000 defenders after all, so it would not be destroyed in an instant.

"What do you want to do?!" the shogun roared, sweating profusely. He knew that after such a long stalemate, the Restoration Army was likely to be serious this time.

Occasionally, some news would come from the front battlefield. Everyone knew that the Restoration Army was being beaten to a pulp. If your Majesty won the battle of Guguan and they didn't respond, the generals would be demoralized and unable to resist.

"Hmph!" Gan Fu, dressed in red armor, looked mighty and fierce, with eyes as big as copper bells. He stood on a chariot, surrounded by thousands of troops.

"Your Excellency, I don't want to waste time talking to you. Open the city and surrender immediately. I will not move the 50,000 Jurchens because we share the same blood and hometown!"

"But the subordinates of Emperor Qin Yun, the Great Xia, must be handed over! Especially the leader, Yan Zhong!"

"Otherwise, before dawn tomorrow, 150,000 troops will break through Tongcheng and chop off all your heads."

The sound was far away, but it still echoed on the city wall.

The defenders of Tongcheng all turned pale as they looked at the endlessly dense Restoration Army below. It would be a lie to say they were not afraid.

This Tongcheng is not a natural fortress to begin with, and the food supply has been cut off for several days. None of the defenders have enough food. If the Restoration Army attacks recklessly, it is uncertain how long they can hold out!

"roll!"

"Who do you think you are? You are just a horseman who raises horses in Xichuan. Now you are clinging to Wanyan Honglie's thigh, and you dare to give orders to me?"

The shogun did not give any face, and cursed in front of the army, and threatened: "You bastard, come and rob the city if you have the guts, and hand over the people, don't even think about it!"

"You must be prepared to bear the consequences of His Majesty's wrath. Wu Zeng is a lesson for you!"

Yan Zhong is not here. He is not afraid of fighting, nor is he unable to fight. With his martial arts skills and battlefield experience, it doesn't matter even if he loses a hand. It's just that his injury has not healed yet.

His injuries were too severe. There were good medicines but no good doctors. Since that conflict, Tongcheng has been blockaded, and even though the shogunate wanted to save him, they were unable to do so.

Now that they are out of ammunition and food, and facing various crises, Tongcheng is actually in much greater trouble than imagined, especially since they are caught between Wanyan Honglie and Wanyan the Great. The soldiers are exhausted and have no backbone.

Under the city, Ganfu's face darkened, filled with cold murderous intent, and his fists kept ringing.

"Makusen, it seems that you don't know what's good for you!"

"You are a traitor, yet you dare to speak to me like this? My patience is limited. Don't even think that anyone will come to save you. By the time your emperor arrives, your whole city will have been massacred!" He gritted his teeth, with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.

The 150,000 Restoration Army soldiers all roared in anger: "Massacre the city, massacre the city!!"

They were like wild beasts and could not help but tightly grip the scimitars at their waists, causing countless horses to neigh and become restless.

Suddenly, the pressure on everyone on the city wall increased.

"General, what should I do?"

"Your Majesty, the army has been slaughtering people from White Ape City all the way to Ancient Pass. The Restoration Army must want revenge."

"There are at least a hundred thousand people from the five noble families and civilians in the city. If the city is lost, the consequences will be disastrous!" Many people said nervously.

The shogun gripped the city wall with both hands and gritted his teeth: "Fight to the death!"

"We can't let these bastards into the city. His Majesty should be coming our way. If we hold out a little longer, the one who will be in trouble will be his husband!"

"Yes!" The defenders on the city wall shouted, but they were actually a little lacking in confidence, or perhaps they hadn't eaten enough for several days and had no energy at all.

The shogun then sarcastically asked, "Traitor?"

"How dare you say the word traitor? Aren't you the Restoration Army just ungrateful wolves? You betrayed His Majesty and betrayed Daxia."

"Now that His Majesty has settled accounts with them, they come to Tongcheng to attack them because they can't defeat them. Tsk tsk, they are really a bunch of rubbish. Don't you think so?!"

He was extremely strong, knowing that if he, the commander-in-chief, showed any weakness at this moment, Tongcheng would be finished.

After all, the 50,000 people were just fat, and in fact, they were all defending the city on an empty stomach.

"That's right, a bunch of rubbish, a bunch of traitors!"

"No good ending!" There were waves of mocking voices and even laughter coming from above Tongcheng.

Suddenly, the Restoration Army became angry!

It's like a scar that is ruthlessly revealed. They don't like to admit a certain period of history, a certain fact. To the outside world, the Restoration Army has been smearing Daxia, but they know it in their hearts.

"You asked for this, so don't blame me!" Gan Fu growled, his veins exposed and a hint of bloodthirstiness in his eyes.

clang clang......

Countless iron armors began to be erected and catapults were put into place one after another.

He suddenly pointed his hand and said in a rumbling voice: "Kill!!"

"Conquer Tongcheng, slaughter everyone in the city, avenge our dead brothers, and let the Great Xiazi know the price of recklessness!!"

"Kill!"

"Anyone who enters the city will be rewarded with ten thousand gold coins and granted a thousand households!" An army of one hundred and fifty thousand attacked Tongcheng from three directions, killing countless people.

Rumble!

The vast sound was like the collapse of mountains, the reverse flow of rivers, and the swaying of the earth under the feet of fierce horses, turning the huge Tongcheng into a lonely boat in the storm.

An army of 150,000 is too extravagant to attack a city of moderate size!